"You have to know, one day he'll get tired of it, one day he'll be indifferent to your exquisite meals."
"Every day you look so weak and dull. What can you do to make him happy? With your pathetic demeanor? He's just pitying you."
"Your cooking? Or is it that lackluster painting that barely got you first place?"
"He doesn't like any of those things. You've known him for so long, don't you think he'll get tired of you eventually?"
"You're always like this, no creativity, no freshness."
"What? Fiancé? Haha, don't joke around. So what if you're married? Aren't there enough divorces?"
"You just need to know you've always been useless, you can't help him with anything."
"Useless, useless, useless."
"Not replying to messages? Haha, it seems you understand."
"If this continues, he'll start to dislike you soon. I'm waiting, Hanabi-chan~"
"Hoo—Hoo—"
The steps became slower and slower, the airy ankles were hard to bear the impact of the sneakers on the ground.
